Just like

I am just like everyone else.

Stiff white sheets don't prevent the stain of dreams.

I realized life has chapters that end so others can begin.

I didn't know that I was cookie cutter example of whiteness and privilege.

When do we become other people?

The moment we realize our pinky promises were nooses.

Have you ever looked at other drivers while you're driving?

They are traffic, just like you.

Make a wish. A penny will do.

Every mirror is used.